Woof!
I feel like a dog.
Perhaps I should provide a wee preamble. I have asthma, which is triggered by all kinds of smells – perfume and cologne, scented products (lotion, soap, shampoo, etc.), cleaning products, flowers, you mention it. If it has a smell, I’m likely to start wheezing. Especially when my lungs have already been provoked by previous exposure to a trigger factor. Smog’s a big one, being in an elevator with someone who has marinated in scent, is another.
This also makes me very sensitive to smells and brings us right back to why I feel like a dog. I imagine that if a dog could talk, it’d spend most of the time it wasn’t licking its naughty bits (which I do not, by the way), eating, barfing and sleeping (I do eat and sleep, though), asking people “do you smell that? Don’t tell me you can’t smell that?? It’s positively REEKING!”. I can see it now… all excitedly dancing about, nose in the air, sniffing away, yelping about the SMELL and becoming increasingly convinced it’s insane because no one believes it about the damned smell.
That’s why I feel like a dog. I can smell things that no one else can smell - except, I suspect, animals and other people with asthma. I currently have a mystery smell in my wall that I first noticed Thursday evening. It wasn’t until 48 hours later that others could smell it. I’m sure some people think I’m nuts. God knows, I often feel like a complete looney.
Argh.
But staying in the metaphor, I’m planning on spending today thinking about what kind of dog I’d be. Any suggestions?
Comments
I agree with the fiesty as
a terrier but I am leaning toward
the English Springer Spaniel ranked 13 on the dog IQ list. (smarter than Lassie) but also bouncy and fun and a little distractable. Oh, what's that.....
Oh, I thought it was what kind of dog it would be good to be -- in which case I'm all for Clumber Spaniels. Not that I've seen anything but pictures, but the friend who had them called them Land Manatees. My kinda dawg. -- rams